Remember those French Breakfast Puffs I was making Christmas morning? I had them all wrapped up in a basket and ready to go. I turned around to wash out the mixing bowl and stick it in the dishwasher to keep the cats out of it while we were gone, and when I turned back around, Lucy was sitting on the Puffs!

I said some very bad words to Christmas. Which I will not repeat here.

Luckily, they were wrapped up very well, so no part of Lucy actually touched any part of the muffins and only half were smashed. I had also made a whole pan of minis with the batter that didn’t fit in regular size tin so I was able to salvage enough for breakfast. Christmas got a point for that.

If this holiday ever ends (Michael’s family is leaving today, but my Aunt Anne may be coming tomorrow), I will do a final point count and we’ll see who carried the day.

William Henry – 2 Emily – 8 Christmas – 7

I kind of feel like I should add that everyone who attended Christmas breakfast has their own cats (none of their cats approach ours as far as Paths of Destruction are concerned – but they are still basically understanding of the situation). And the puffs were wrapped up really really well – if she had actually touched them in any way, I wouldn’t have taken them. Just in case you were thinking that I would serve cat mouth things to people.